I don't own this at all… not even the plot line, because I am sure somewhere out there is the exact same one I am doing…

He expected it to be different, now that He and Draco were "going out", but it was surprisingly similar to before. They still ignored each other in the hallways, and sat at their own house tables to eat. They even still fought when they talked, arguing about whatever they had disagreed on. Actually the only thing that did change was that at random parts of the day, Draco would pull him into a cupboard or into a secluded room and kiss him senseless.

The other thing that changed was the feeling that they gave off. Before it had been a cat vs dog fight to the death type of vibe. Now it seemed more like good friends who like to argue with each other.

Draco was also careful to never insult Harry's friends. Before when they fought Draco wouldn't mind throwing in something about "blood traitors" or "mudbloods", but now that part of his personality seemed to disappear. Harry was actually quite impressed. It seemed like such an integral part to Draco's psyche.

The weekend came along, and Harry actually hung out with Draco. They sat at the top of one of the towers just talking about schoolwork and people in their classes, watching the grounds from their viewpoint.

Draco still had his caustic sense of humor, liking to insult basically anyone and everyone, but Harry started to appreciate it more. A lot of the insults were funny, especially that they weren't about people that he knew, and Draco treated everyone the same. Even Slytherins didn't get away from the burning sarcasm that coated Draco's throat.

Harry noted that many of the jokes and stories that Draco told were actually cautionary tales about certain people. For example, Harry and Draco were sitting in the library finishing up their Potions report, when Draco told a story about Snape,

"So these three Slytherins were sitting in the hallway, right? They weren't up to any good, you know? You could tell that about the second you turned the corner. They would lean forward closer to each other, hiding whatever it was between them, and then talk quieter until you pass. What idiots. I had so much fun walking by them." He smirked here. "I would walk to the end of the hallway, and then pretend that I forgot something and walk back, then at the other end of the hallway, I would just turn around again. Watching them jump every time I came by was hilarious."

Harry grinned and nodded to encourage him to continue, playing with his quill as he listened.

"Well Then Snape comes walking around the corner. And the three idiots jump and started leaning against the wall, trying to look like angels or something. Snape, of course, notices, but doesn't let on, continuing down the hallway like he didn't see anything. "

"Then how did you know he noticed?" Harry asked confused.

"I'm getting to that part!" Draco hushed, with a shooing motion. "Anyways, so there these three trashes are, thinking that they got Snape fooled and stuff, laughing about him behind his back. When Snape opens the door not two feet away from them! He decided to circle back around and go through one of the rooms to come out right next to them! It was hilarious to see their expressions, especially since they were in the middle of some stupid joke." Draco smiled gleefully, "And then Snape gave them a talking to and had them turn out their pockets."

Harry gave a smirk back, just copying the smile on Draco's face. Sometimes he didn't really get what was so funny about people getting into trouble.

"But the best part was when Snape brought those kids in front of the common room," Draco continued, "He let the entire house know that the three of them had lost Slytherin 15 points each. Those kids got it that night. Our house hates losing points."

"Wait, Snape actually took points away from his own house?" Harry asked surprised.

Draco looked at him confused and a little miffed. "Yeah. Snape always makes sure that everyone gets the same punishment. Though he is definitely a sadist. He loves to make people squirm."

Harry frowned at the new information. "I thought he just hated Gryffindor or something."

Draco's mouth turned into a grim line. "No, he just hates you."

Harry glanced up, thinking that the blonde was joking with him. When he saw the serious face he let out a small sigh. "So he does hate me. I thought so. I just never understood why."

"Yeah, I didn't understand why either. I just took it for granted."

Harry paused in his writing. This was another thing that was sort of odd. Sometimes Draco would bring up something that would remind Harry that not two or three weeks ago, they were mortal enemies. It was so strange to Harry at moments like these, so he tried his best to avoid them or to not bring up the awkward feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Uh, what did you put down about Tarry poison?" Harry asked, clumsily changing the subject.

Draco glanced at him curiously before describing what he was saying in his essay.

Harry listened half-heartedly as he wondered how Draco could do it. How could he act like all of this was normal? How could Draco turn from hating him to making out with him so quickly? It just seemed to come so naturally to Draco. He never got flustered, he never blushed, not like Harry was doing every second they spent together.

Harry looked up, watching his boyfriend- were they really together now?- as he described some component to the poison. 'Boyfriend'. The term mulled around in Harry's mind for a bit. What did that mean? What was supposed to be different? How were they supposed to act? Wasn't your partner supposed to know the most about you? Having deep conversations about the future or about your dreams. Wasn't that what you were supposed to be talking about?

"So what did you put down for the Durgeous?" Draco asked, Harry barely catching the question.

"Oh, uh…" Harry forced himself to focus on the page in front of him.

They were walking down the hallway when Draco asked the strangest question Harry had ever heard.

"Do you want to come into the Slytherin common room for a bit?"

Harry almost stopped moving at the question. "Why? Wouldn't everyone there hate it if I came in?" Harry looked over at Draco for an explanation.

He calmly looked out a window as he replied, "Oh, yeah. They probably would." His voice sounded so calm! "Well, uh, I better leave here." And he turned down a nearby corridor with a slight wave over his shoulder.

Harry stared after him for a little bit. Everything about that conversation had been awkward. Usually Draco leaves much later in their walk, waiting for about three more corridors before he leave Harry to walk on his own. Not to mention asking him to come to the Slytherin common room.

'What could Draco be thinking?' Harry wondered as he wandered alone down the hallway. 'If I went into that place I would be jumped. Or stared at and whispered about, it's so hard to tell with Slytherins.'

Harry stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued thinking about this. 'It's also pretty weird that Draco just left. Usually he tries to get me into a closet so he can kiss me.'

Harry's eyes narrowed as he thought about this. It was kind of weird always hiding when they were making out. They never kissed where anyone could see them. And when some one was near by when Harry and Draco were walking down the corridor together, Draco always seemed to separate himself by a few feet, whether that was in front of Harry or to the sides of the hallway.

In a way, Harry could understand, why Draco always seemed to avoid him around others. A Gryffindor and Slytherin together was almost the same as Romeo and Juliet, but with a lot more insults and gossip. But on the other hand…

Harry came up to the fat lady, kindly asking for admission. He had realized that if he acted as kindly as he could to her, sometimes she would let him in if he forgot the password. Plus, it always paid off to be polite to people.

He walked into the room to see his group on the far side of the room, near the fireplace, but closer to the window on the fireplace's right.

He joined them with a plop and pulled out a scroll of partchment. Ron was working on the Potions assignment, finishing up his personal essay, and Hermoine was flipping through a massive textbook like it was a novel. It reminded Harry of their first year here, and how Hermoine pulled out this huge tome when they were looking for the Sorcerer's Stone. Harry smiled to himself as he started going over his notes.

He was in the middle of History of Magic notes when he remembered what happened with Draco earlier.

"Uh…" Harry started off, catching both Hermoine and Ron's attention. "What do you think a person means when they ask you to come to their common room?"

Both Ron and Hermoine blinked at him for a few moments before Ron asked, "Is this about that Draco Malfoy git?"

"N-n-no," Harry stuttered, sounding completely normal.

Ron frowned. "I don't like what's going on here Harry. Malfoy is a stupid prat. You should just drop him while you have the chance."

Harry felt a different kind of dread enter his stomach. He never really thought of it before, but what if Ron actually didn't like the fact that he was… gay? What if he had a prejudice of some sort? What if this was the end of their friendship?

Harry gulped. "Do you have a problem with this? With me liking guys?"

"I have no problem with who you like Harry. You'll still be my best mate no matter what type of person you like," Ron looked thoughtful for a second, "It was kinda weird at first, I just thought you liked girls, but it's fine, you're still you."

Harry looked down at the table. Sometimes Ron could say the perfect thing at exactly the right time.

Ron's eyes narrowed. "But I don't trust Malfoy. And you shouldn't either! You know how he feels about me and Hermoine! You can't just let that go!"

Harry looked up with a sigh. "He doesn't say that stuff at all anymore. Well for four days at least. He doesn't even hint about it!"

Ron frowned at the answer, but didn't continue his barrage.

Harry sighed and played with his notebook when he realized, "Hey you guys didn't answer my question. What does it mean if someone asks you to come to their common room?"

"How did you reply?" Hermoine asked slyly.

"Well, no of course." Harry replied. "I didn't want to get killed." Ron snorted.

"Well, he actually probably wanted you to go to his room," Hermoine answered, looking a little put out.

"What?"

"Yeah," Ron butted in, "he probably wanted to show you his bed." Ron rolled his eyes as he sat there.

Harry shook his head puzzled. "Are Slytherin beds different from Gryffindor beds?"

Ron and Hermoine both stopped to look at him in shock.

"Well, actually, that 's a good question," Ron replied, taking on another thoughtful look.

"And completely beside the point!" Hermoine interrupted. "Look Harry, he wanted you on his bed."

Harry felt his eyebrows furrow in perplexity, "So they are more comfortable?" He asked.

This time, Hermoine's jaw dropped. "Uh, Harry, has anyone told you about… uh…"

"The birds and the bees?" Ron supplied helpfully.

This conversation seemed to be going nowhere. "What do animals have to do with beds?" Harry asked looking between the two.

"Oh god." Ron whispered.

"He means sex!" Hermoine finally burst out.

An awkward silence descended on the whole common area as people glanced over at the trio.

Harry blushed up to his eartips. "Why are you-" and then the conversation finally made it through his head. "Wait… you mean he wanted to bring me to his room to…" Harry let the implication continue on it's own.

Hermoine nodded as Ron tried to hide his face in his palms. Sure Ron could handle his friend liking men, but he didn't want to hear about his sex life.

Harry scrambled to his feet. "Uh, I'm gonna go to bed." He hurried for the staircase.

"Wow, I didn't expect him to be so innocent," Hermoine sighed, watching the Chosen One leave.

"I didn't expect you not to be," Ron commented back.

Hahaha! I really liked that conversation!

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